I’ll move my space.
Christmas is over, and a new year is coming.
I’ll give it a try.
August,
It came in the mail from the VFW, just a small square of paper, not even a full page. On one side was printed a painting of a field of red poppies in France. On the other side was printed the poem In Flanders Fields.
On many other days many other pieces of mail, junk mail, had been received and tossed away. There was no value in them to the receiver. But not this piece of mail from the VFW. Its value to the receiver was great.
With a pin it was stuck to the wall above his desk. In this prominent place it could be seen when walking by or sitting down to take care of business.
One day it disappeared from its place on the wall.
Did he notice?
It reappeared as a special gift on Memorial day. The red poppy field painting was now mounted in a wooden frame. Artistically printed below it was his favorite poem In Flanders Fields.
Now the red poppy field, with its accompanying poem, found a new place of prominence. For years the frame of remembrance hung proudly on his living room wall providing a conversation piece for visitors and moments of reflection for him.
In 2007, ownership of this prized possession changed hands. It became mine. In time it will change hands again and be passed to Middle Son.
Middle Son was a partner in framing something of value for a special man who was proud of his country and served it with pride in World War II.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
How many years has it been since we trekked downtown on Mothers Day, with a few dollars in our hands, to buy the red geraniums? How much did we pay? Were they a dollar for each? Fifty cents?
How long has it been since the old, old man who lived in our town, who had a little greenhouse and raised red geraniums, came to mind? Was he really that old or just seemed so at the time?
How long ago was it that he handed us the clay pots that held the red geraniums in exchange for the dollars that paid for them? How many did we buy? More than one. Two or three? Maybe four?
How many years, days, hours has it been since we carried the red geraniums in their rough clay pots back across the highway that leads up the valley in one direction and to the Big Town in the other? How long since we followed the sidewalk that ran past the grade school proudly carrying home the potted red geraniums.
When years add upon years, remembrance becomes fuzzy, many details a blur. But vivid in memory from those long ago days are rough clay pots on Mothers Day and the scent of red geraniums.
Another spring bounds into the valley –
leaping treetops, splashing through streams,
then screeching to a breathless halt in every yard and garden.
The perennial pixie always has surprises to toss about.
Like a bit of rain flung like a frisbee to pitter patter on window and roof
and to create cold, muddy puddles.
Like another snow to sprinkle the ground with flakes that are there, then quickly gone.
But a significant snow could be just around the corner.
A persistent Winter sometimes hangs on, dumping snow over a resistant April.
Finally, though, a youthful Spring prevails over winter,
pushing the Old Man over the treetops and through the streams
far forward into next December.
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.
Ruth Stout
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Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
Virgil A. Kraft
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
Winifred Mary Letts
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"
If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom,
maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
Terri Guillemets
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
Bern Williams
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
L.H. Bailey
First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus –
Crocus.
Lilja Rogers
Only a sampling of what passes through the mail!
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
And then suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms could ever hold
I heard somebody whisper ‘please adore me’
But when I looked, that moon had turned to gold
Blue moon
Now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
6 cups sugar
1 1/3 cup H**shey’s cocoa
1/4 teaspoon salt
3 cups milk
2 teaspoons vanilla
1 1/2 cups smooth peanut butter
1 stick butter or margarine
1/2 to 3/4 pound walnuts
1. Mix all of the dry ingredients in a large sauce pan, at least 4 quart.
When you boil the fudge it rises a lot!
2. Pour in the milk and mix it with the dry ingredients.
It won’t mix well until you start to heat it, but mix it the best you can.
3. Place over medium heat and stir constantly until it comes to a bubbly boil.
Once it starts boiling you can stop stirring.
4. While the fudge is boiling grease a 9" by 12" glass dish with butter.
Get the rest of the ingredients ready.
You’ll add them to the fudge as soon as you remove it from the heat.
Layout a hot pad for the hot pan when it comes off the stove.
5. It’s a lot easier if you spoon out the peanut butter onto a small saucer
so when it’s time to add it to the fudge you can just push it off the saucer into the hot fudge.
If you don’t like peanut butter or nuts, just leave them out.
Dirt Farmer Fudge is still kick butt without them!
6. Keep an eye on the boiling fudge and start checking it for consistency.
As it boils it will thicken.
If you under cook it you will have a sticky glob that will never harden.
If you over cook it you might not even get it out of the pan.
Or if you over cook it, it will set up almost immediately when you pour it
which means that it will not be creamy and it will be too dry,
and I’ll be really disappointed in you.
Okay, maybe it won’t be that bad, but you’ll never know how good this fudge is when cooked perfectly.
7. Test the fudge by dropping a small amount into a dish of cold water.
When it is done perfectly it will puddle in the bottom of the dish
and you’ll be able to push it into a small pile with your finger
then you should be able to pick it up between two fingers.
Test the fudge early and often.
If it can’t be picked up, rinse the dish and add fresh cold water and test it again soon.
It takes a while for it to boil down to the perfect consistency,
and there is a fine line between over cooking and under cooking it.
Check if often.
8. As soon as the fudge is done remove the pan from the stove and place it on a hot pad.
Immediately add the butter, the vanilla, the walnuts and the peanut butter.
Do Not Stir it Yet!
9. Just let the fudge cool a bit.
This is a critical and scary time
but you really want it to cool down to about 140 degrees Fahrenheit
which means that you can almost place your hands on the outside of the pan without burning them.
Please be careful, do not stick your finger in the fudge and only put your hands near the outside of the pan.
10. Once the fudge has cooled some, start stirring it.
As you stir it, the fudge will thicken and lose it’s gloss.
Get ready to pour quickly once that happens.
Sometimes you barely get the peanut butter mixed by the time the fudge is ready to pour into the dish.
11. Pour the fudge into the dish and quickly push it into the corners of the dish
then quit smoothing the fudge.
The top will set up quickly,
but if you’ve cooked it perfectly the rest of the fudge will need several hours,
up to 24 hours to really set up completely.
This makes a really moist fudge
so I cut it into small squares and place it in a container or onto a serving tray.
Often times the bottom of the pieces will stay moist
so I lay a paper towel in the bottom of the tray to help wick away some of that excess moisture.
I stack it on the tray with a little space between the pieces so the edges can air dry
but inside the fudge is nice and moist.
When done perfectly, Dirt Farmer Fudge is to die for!
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